Bai Hao saw An Zhunjue's indifferent eyes, and his smile slowly froze on his face, and then said, "Mr. An, did you expect it a long time ago?"

An Zhuanjue didn't nod or deny it, but he was also thinking in his heart that he was actually out of the circle because of a picture!

Suddenly, the mobile phone in the drawer rang, it was An San's mobile phone, and An Zhun Jue had been putting it in the bottom drawer of his desk.

An Zhun Jue was a little puzzled, why Lan Weiwan sent a message to him at this time.

"Ansan, my studio was smashed. When An Zhun Jue saw this WeChat, the first thought in his heart was to go to Lan Wei too soon.

"Mr. An, Mr. An, where are you going?" Bai Hao shouted behind An Zhun Jue, he could probably guess a little, and I am afraid that Lan Weitai was the only one who could make An Zhun Jue so nervous and anxious.

"There's a problem with her studio, and I'm going to go there. An Zhun Jue walked towards the elevator without saying anything.

"Mr. An, Mrs. sent a message to An San, if you go now, Mrs. is so smart, she will definitely guess!" Bai Hao could only tell An Zhunjue what he wanted in his heart.

I saw An Zhunjue stop his steps, rubbed the temples on his forehead with his big hands, and looked at Bai Hao coldly with his eyes.

Bai Hao immediately made a silent gesture, implying that he would not speak again.

When An Zhunjue drove to Lan Weiwan's studio, several people had already finished cleaning up the glass residue, and the workers were installing the glass.

When he saw An Zhuanjue, Lan Weiwan was still a little surprised. In an instant, Lan Weiwan even wondered if An Zhun Jue had the ability to read minds, and heard his own voice, otherwise, how could he come here.

"Why are you here?" Lan Weiwan asked.

"Talking about business, passing through here, I want to take you to dinner. A succinct answer.

I just happened to walk here and thought that your studio happened to be right here, so I stopped by and took you to dinner by the way.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that!

"Ahh

Seeing that An Zhun Jue's beautiful eyes sank, his lips were closed, and he didn't speak, An Zhun Jue walked to Lan Weiwan's side, looked at Lan Weiwan, and when his eyes moved to Lan Weiwan's hand, An Zhun Jue suddenly saw a trace of blood.

"What's wrong, are you injured?" An Zhun Jue naturally picked up Lan Weiwan's hands and looked at them carefully. Although the wounds are not deep, they are all dense wounds, which makes An Zhun Jue uncomfortable.

"I'll take you to the hospital. As he spoke, An Zhuanjue was about to pull Lan Weiwan out.

"I'm fine, this little injury is fine! I'll be busy here, we'll go to dinner in a while!" Lan Weiwan wanted to break free from An Zhun Jue's hand, but the more he struggled, the tighter An Zhun Jue's hand felt.

Lan Weiwan had no choice but to hold it meekly by Brigadier Ren An.

At this moment, the hearts of the melon-eating masses next to them:

"It seems that Mr. An and Wanwan have a good relationship!"

"I agree!

"Oh my God, when will a president love me!"

"Sure enough, Mr. An's love for Mrs. An is not just talking!"

Lan Weiwan's heart: "When will he let go?"

"Miss Lan, the glass has been installed, let's clean up the waste below, it's okay, you can go to eat first." We'll do the rest of the work. The worker who installed the glass came down and said to Lan Weiwan.

When Lan Weiwan was about to say thank you, An Zhunjue quickly walked up to the worker like a little whirlwind, and said, "She is not Miss Lan, she is married, and she is my wife! ”

When he said these words, he seemed to be an emotionless machine.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, hard work, masters. Lan Weiwan stepped forward and said.

"No...... You're welcome Mrs. Ann. The decorator finally changed his tune.

Hearing the name Mrs. An, Mr. An's bad mood seemed to be swept away, and his heart suddenly brightened.

"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner. An Zhun Jue pulled Lan Weiwan and walked out, Chen Rui and the others were already used to the style of a president like An Zhun Jue, so they just smiled faintly and waved at Lan Weiwan.

An Zhun Jue did not go directly to the restaurant, and first went to his friend Ke Chunlin's hospital. Along the way, An Zhun Jue did not speak, as if he was angry.

"I! I'm really fine...... It's a little injury, it's fine. Lan Weiwan whispered, observing Tsundere An's expression.

An Zhun Jue was cold around and did not answer Lan Weiwan's question.

"I'm not thinking about it, your company is also busy, and a few of us can solve this matter!" Lan Weiwan continued to look for a topic.

"Why didn't you tell me?" said Ann at last.

"Your company is also very busy! I don't want you to run back and forth, I worked overtime so late last night......" Lan Weiwan said, although it sounded like a sycophant, but Lan Weiwan swore that what he said was the truth.

Before sending a message to An San, Lan Weiwan took his mobile phone and pulled it back, looking at the chat box between himself and An Zhun Jue, the words were typed and deleted, deleted and typed, and finally he didn't tell An Zhun Jue about it. But I didn't expect An Zhun Jue to come by himself.

"Not busy. An Zhun Jue said.

As long as it's your business, it's not too busy.

"Ah...... I know you're busy, and I'm worried about your body. Lan Weiwan looked at An Zhun Jue who was still dead and the duck was hard-mouthed.

When An Zhuanjue heard Lan Weiwan say that I am also worried about you, the depressed aura in his heart suddenly dissipated, his heart warmed, and when he spoke again, his voice softened a little.

"I promised her to take care of you. An Zhun Jue said.

"Who?" Lan Weiwan asked.

"Your mother, that day in the mountains, I promised her. "An Zhun Jue never promises easily, but as long as he promises, he will definitely do it.

What's more, this person is still, it's not too late.

After Lan Weiwan heard it, she looked at An Zhun Jue with complicated eyes, and she suddenly felt that the person next to her seemed to be different from the previous iceberg.

It's like, it's slowly melting. Although I'm still a little arrogant, I actually know how to care about people.

Thinking of this, Lan Weiwan was also in a slightly better mood, and hummed softly.

"What are you singing?" asked Ann.

"Ilove you 3000 time s," Lan said unconsciously. Then he seemed to know what he was saying, and his cheeks were slightly red.

After hearing Lan Weiwan's words, the corners of An Zhuanjue's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile.

Lan Weiwan looked at An Zhun Jue's smile. There was a moment of distraction.